Showing posts with label class. Show all posts
Showing posts with label class. Show all posts

Thursday, June 23, 2016

'Oz' Recap


















Sweekkkcreekthuddthudthud 
Floor crackles and squeaks under my toes. 

Popping hips.
Clunking water.
Tossing pointe shoes.
Rolling neck. 
Grabbing out barres.

Plies
The very first combination of every class. 
'To bend' is the translation; and we have all bent to be here.
Concerts, sleepovers, dinners, and parties are being skipped. 
Homework is waiting for us.
Our phones are abandoned and our mouths are silent. 
We bend our knees together.

As the class continues, we work through each aspect of our bodies simincreaseing in speed.

"Allign your hips and rib cage!"
"Let go of the barre [in a balence] sometime today!"
"Elongate your spine"

We move from bare to center
The bares are moved back to the wall
Water is quickly chugged
And we continue. 

We continue to sweat and stretch.
Extending limbs,
We extend ourselves emotionally
Giving grace to the girl who, time-after-time, keeps crashing into someone else. 
Pouring our spare time into choreography, rehearsal videos, and making notes
Sewing pointe shoes
Costume fittings
Rehearsal after rehearsal after rehearsal. 
We extend.

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This show was a wonderful experience to be apart of. I learned more about dance and myself then I thought possible. Sweat poured out of my body, yet my heart was hydrated with joy of movement. 
The show was a blast. 
We made it through. (somehow)

I wrote my thank you cards and bought my gifts.
We said goodbye to beloved teachers- women who have grown me and challenged me in countless ways. I have been influenced and inspired, and I sit here all choked up thinking about them. 

And I stood at the barre after the show, feeling my sorreee muscles, I inhaled. 
I cracked my neck.
Clunked my pointe shoes. 
Ploped my water bottle down. 
And I realized that is, all of it, is home.

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Thursday, June 16, 2016

well hello




I originally wrote out a big apology for the beginning of this post, making excuses and saying how busy these past months have been, blah, blah, blahh.  But then I saw the date of my last post and realized it has just been three weeks. 
Three weeks containing an eternity. 

finals week// was nuts. Countless hours of studying, homework, studying, portfolios, tears, more tears, research, writing, Hamilton soundtrack, 2:30am facetime calls, naked face, sweat pants, endless bottles of water.  

cleaning// was not something I had a ton of time to do, but it happened anyway. Dusting, mowing, weeding, clipping, vacuuming, sweeping, throwing things out, trips to the thrift store, finding fifty-thousand bobby pins, wiping down endless counters, smelling like cleaner. 

grandparents// and aunt came. And we did fun, hippie, Washington things which was great. Delicious food was also involved. 

awards night// at the place we take classes. Crunchy certificates, teachers talking way too long, beautiful music, kind words, thank you cards, seeing sister in cap and gown for the first time, ugly uniforms, misty rain.

show run-through// was exhausting and good all at the same time. It was so great to see everything come together, but it was hot. And I had to leave early for...

sisters graduation// sweaty, bun hair, cute shoes, all grown up, sunshine, lump in throat, awards, pride, thoughts of age and growth, pictures, yummy dinner, beach photos, late night. 

graduation party// was full of friends. Pictures of us growing up, good hair day, family, cute babies, clean house, food, so many cars, (and cards!), laughter, heat, flowers, scrapbooks, pintrest-y-ness, chairs, gifts, and bare feet. 

tech week// I actually sort of vlogged, thinking I would be a awesome blogger and share the week with you. But I realized I am a bad vlogger, and you guys wouldn't even want to hear my rambles. So let me know. It was filled with KIND bars, pointe shoes, leotards, tights, bobby pins, drama, facebook group messages, trash bag pants, and lighting issues. 

oz// was great, and deserves its own post.  Post is comming. ;)


Tuesday, May 24, 2016

big eyes


Slamming out of the empty dressing room, late for tap because chemistry went late agian, I crashed into our executive directer.

"Elissa, you are such a celebrity," she said with a smile.
                                       "Oh?"
"All the little girls are so star struck by you. Ruby (her seven-year-old) is all 'I know her. She babysits for me.' You are so popular."

 I replied and rushed into tap, but her words ran over and over in my head.
when are they watching me
those little girls think you hung the moon
"...you're a celebrity..."
"...i know her.."

I remember being those girls so clearly. 
Watching and thinking about how big and cool the 'big girls' were.
Scared to death of them, but in absolute awe. 
And someday, I would be a big girl. 

i am the top level
i am dorothy, traveling to Oz
i carry the show
My whole dance life I've felt a certain degree of invisibility. 
Never quite good enough to leave the corpe. 
Not the most flexible, nor the owner of beautiful arches. 
I've worked and worked and worked, but never front and center. 
Always the corpe. 

A few trios and duets. 
Many times an understudy. 
But never the star.
Never the 'celebrity.' 


I'm a big girl. 
Am I someone they can see Jesus in?
Am I kind? 
Do I work hard?
Am I inclusive?
Do I treat all equally?
Have they heard me talk crap?
Have they watched me roll my eyes behind a classmates back?


Those little ones have big eyes. 
Big, big eyes. 
What are they seeing? 




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Friday, September 18, 2015

fashion friday- fall school clothes



Hello! I am so excited to introduce you to fashion Fridays! I will be posting different outfits each week, and hopefully I will inspire you to try something new and exciting. Sometimes I get stuck in style ruts- it's always so helpful to get inspiration from others! If you feel inspired to create your own fashion Friday post, feel free too! I just ask that you use the above picture and link back to my blog. Thanks, and enjoy!










shirt- Old Navy/skirt- Gap/ sweater- Target/shoes- Hannah Anderson

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Friday, January 16, 2015

Week seven- Getting the Most out of Your Classes


~Getting the Most out of Your Classes~


Know the feeling of going to class, and feeling like your not making progress? Here are some tips to make sure you get the most out of you classes!

    • Arrive early. If you are coming from school, be efficient as you get ready. Do your hair in the car, and change once you get there. This will help you be calmer, and give you more time to get prepared for class.
    •  I don't know about you, but I cannot get much warming up done in the dressing room. I always end up talking or doing something else. Know yourself! Do you get distracted? Listen to some music, do some crunches, and find where you are sore. Get your feet warmed up. Upon coming back from my feet injury, I have developed a routine I use before every class- do the same! Find what works for your body. Your not just preparing your body, your preparing your mind. Get into a good mindset- block everything out, and inter into the world of dance:-)
    • Find a good spot at the barre. Don't stand by people who could distract you- I always try to be by someone better then me, and if I can, face a mirror on my left side. This always pushes me- when I'm looking at myself, I don't get lazy on the second side. 
    • Don't be obnoxious to the teacher- I have seen girls ask a bunch of questions, and make comments, and teachers do not like this. Ask a question if you have one- but make it snappy. Trust me. It's annoying.
    • Bring a water bottle
    • Stay focused
    •  And if you feel like your at a halting spot, talk to your teacher after class! Get advice- ask what they notice, and what you can work on.
       Happy dancing!
            -Elissa






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